I live in a council block of flats
I know that at the end of our road one person was found dead due to an overdose. He was in the shed, his friends did not know where else to store him.
A long time back just after I moved in an upstairs neighbour stabbed his son in the leg with a fork. The son was seen pegging it across the other side of the road with just a blanket and his boxer shorts with the fork still in his leg. They used to throw used needles over their balcony. They left not long after.
Finally we have the old guy at the end of our block who used to be a prison warden. He struts down the street with his keys on a chain, topless and shouts at people. Thing is he's got a girl living with him he calls his "grand daughter" he must be 80 odd and she's just over 18 by now. We often hear them screaming down the street including jems like "i'm never giving you a blow job again you smelly old fucking bastard" I've also seen her parked up in a taxi paying for her ride with a blowjob before heading home. Council flats are classy.
( jiva nearly always up for a game of scrabble, Wed 31 Aug 2005, 15:52, Reply)